Chapter 2: YOUR MINE

It was just like any other day Jimin had to deal with those crappy photographers they call themselves who are already sent by his uncle. Jimin is one of the many models admired in Korea his beauty is so ethereal that any gender would fall in love with him his beauty is just on another level and who doesn't even know that even though he was locked in a dark room his beauty will glow up, and also his enthusiasm in taking up the modeling career it was a total success but who knew maybe there was a little bit more to the story. Mr.Lee, as that's his business name all over Korea, he's the best friend of Jimin's deceased dad, he's one of the top and runs a very big business, but of course, there is one competitor he wasn't able to surpass yet, but he didn't give up. The Lee Park Enterprise is the second biggest company known all over Korea but being the second doesn't settle well with him. Outside the studio could be heard voices who mumbled 'hello sir' to a certain someone, "Good day sir." The man in his 40s wore a black suit with gold rings on his fingers, and his black curls were followed by two giant bodyguards beside him as he made his way to a certain room. He ignored whoever greeted him It's not like he cared. he came for only one person. The people who were lucky to see him in person gasped in shock. A big businessman like him had time for someone? And who is that lucky person? He walked through the halls like some sort of mafia emitting dangerous phenomenals with a cold expression on his handsome face. "Take your filthy hands off him" he coldly says to the photographer who dared to touch his precious thing. This sight boiled his blood, which could burn anyone who came in contact with it. "u..uncle" Jimin stuttered as he pushed his hands off him. "Come here," his uncle ordered. Jimin almost ran and stood beside him, keeping his head low as he fidgeted with his hands Anyone could tell he was trembling to death. Mr.Lee takes out a Cigar and his bodyguard lights it up. 'He always does that when he's angry' Jimin's thoughts reminded him which sent a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Mr.Lee, it's an honor to meet you in person," Felix chuckles. No one would dare even keep eye contact with this mafia-like man; everyone shuddered at the thought itself. Jimin peeks a little to look at his So-called uncle who calmly inhaled the toxic huffing, intoxicating the fresh air, if you can put it that way. He was calm for almost a minute not uttering a word and this made Jimin tremble even more all he knows is this was bad. Suddenly Jimin coughed as he held his nostrils not to inhale the toxic, he kept his head down so his uncle wouldn't know what he was doing, it would look like he was covering his mouth. Mr.Lee turned to him and held his shoulder making Jimin gulp at times like this he would........ "Oh dear, I almost forgot." he took the cigar and held it down. "Mark, take Jimin to the car, you will be back in a few?" he ordered. "Y, sir..... "he bowed. Jimin didn't dare utter a single word and followed Mark to the car as the remaining bodyguard slammed the door shut. JIMIN'S POV The slam of the door almost gave me a heart attack, I don't know why but I have a bad feeling about this, I know Uncle pretty well this can't end well, with wobbly legs I try to walk to the car as my hands tremble and the sweat had to just come in right now. I avoid everyone's gaze as I make it to the car, his bodyguard opens the door and I sit without uttering a word "m..my stuff?" I decided to ask, "Don't worry Mr.Jimin, it's here. Mr.Lee sent me to bring them." I hear the make-up artist from earlier as she hands me my stuff, but curiosity gets the better of me. "..can I ask....w..what is happening inside?" There was silence before she finally spoke, "I'm not sure what is happening, but if I'm not mistaken, I think I heard a scream or something like that. I tried to peek in, but they wouldn't let me. Sorry, that's all I know. She apologized, and I nodded. It's "ok, thanksShee walks away as my heart begins to pound rapidly. I could feel it beating from out. I had felt like it would jump out of my body any time. I even have a headache because of the stress level. 'This won't be good..... This won't be good... This won't be good.....' My mind continued to chant, it wasn't even helping a bit, I just couldn't stop thinking about it, and A harsh reality moment came when I saw Uncle making his way to the car. His bodyguard opens the door, and he hops in, sitting beside me, but a small distance between. I don't dare look up at him or say a word, he might cut my tongue., From the corner of my eye, I could see him rubbing his nape. I know he's in a city mood, and that can't be good. He does that to try to calm himself. The ride was silent till we reached the big mansion. he didn't let his bodyguards open; he did it himself. he didn't even spare a glance at me, and I knew this would not end well following him behind like a Puppy, I finally mustered the courage to say something. "u...uncle?"Why was I stuttering? I don't know how normal people talk. I was very scared. "I'm s.... sorry about what h...happened earlier.r" From the dark room, he came into view as he sat on his King-size chair, and he inhaled the cigar in his fingers. I remained on my spot as I waited for his next action I'm sure he was going to punish me. "Strip......" he coldly says inhaling the thin stick toxic in his hand as the other hand held a whip. I'm not sure where he got it. With trembling hands, I fidget with my already unbuttoned shirt and let it slide off my shoulder, feeling so naked under his gaze. He never blinked, even. You're testing my patience," he almost barked. Flinched at the voice and tried to open my pants. I first fidgeted with the zip because I wasn't concentrating, and after a few seconds of struggling, I let it fall off my waist. No, now I'm already naked, only in the boxers. He walked closer to me, burning me with his cold eyes. "I thought I told you to take off everything, wasn't I clear enough?" his voice was filled with anger and irritation.n "A,h hi h" yelped in pain when he whipped my ba. "I'm....I'm sorry, master, I will take it off," and down the last piece of clothing was off my body, which was full on display. He trailed his eyes all over me as I tried to cover myself..... "How dare he touch what's mine" he growled Before anything else I wanted to remove the image of his filthy hands"My mind was blank before I knew it I was in the tub, he opened the shower releasing very cold water, I dare not complain. "now wash up as I watch" he continues to in hail his cigar as I do what he told me.